I cleared the drive daily over the weekend. Friday was by far the hardest – thereafter the additional snowfalls were little more than an inch per day (and a bit less last night) so it was much easier to shovel it off the drive. Still unaccustomed exercise though! The roads were clear enough this morning (though still quite icy) that I decided it was worth trying to get into work. Plus I was running out of fresh food, and wanted to do a shop before I was reduced to eating the emergency tins of soup in the larder.
I had cleared the worst of the snow off the car yesterday, but it was doing a very good impression of an icicle once again this morning. I have a new mandatory process for de-icing the car after the near-disaster last month: keep the driver’s door open and my house keys in my coat pocket at all times! I’m not going to risk being locked out again! However, I’m simply not tall enough to be able to clear all the snow off the roof of the car, so it looked like it had a white Mohican hair-cut down the middle of the roof! In fact, my car’s roof had the deepest covering of snow of all the cars in the car-park at work this morning, and again at Waitrose this afternoon. I suppose that’s a disadvantage of living on the top of the hills – there definitely is a micro-climate up here, with harsher weather than down in the valley.
